In fact, he felt proud and carefree for being a dragon. If not for the mark in his flesh burning him, everything would be perfect.
This mark was similar to the tracking mark that he used on others. It had always been a part of his body, but he was only becoming aware of it now.
The mark had transformed into a hook for some reason. Then something was pulling the hook from the sky.
Like a fish, he was pulled into the sky by the hook. And like a fish, he was powerless to resist. He could only flail around in futility.
This was because the mark had stripped him of his strength. The mark made it impossible for him to mobilize his strength. So when the large hand reached down to get him, he couldn't resist it.
He didn't hear what had gone on between the Dao Lord and the sect spirit. No one had heard their conversation. But even without this knowledge, he knew that what he was experiencing was very bad.
